" *** " means change in time.
I pictured a seashore today,
With golden sand fiddling with water,
When I was feeling blue,
As I was lost in the painting in my head,
I was reminded of you.
I remember what you said,
That you were the colour of dirt,
While she looked like Ocean,
You, looked like an old shabby hut.
But the thing you don't see,
Is how could it ever be,
In this world full of wonders and mysteries,
How could the only thing that is deep,
Be the ocean?
She holds the endlessness of the,
Tears of mother earth.
But you hold the nothingness,
Of the space above.
***
I saw a Forest today,
From a far land I was on my way,
To my loving home,
To my cozy bed.
And I don't know,
Wether it was a trick of chance,
Or fate.
But the sheets that wrapped me that day,
Were the colour of her.
Lush green was the colour of moss,
I lay upon,
And I thought I was free,
From all that haunted me.
But then again,
Your chocolate scent fogged my mind,
For how could I leave the actuality behind?
You said you were the colour of dirt,
And in my head, that was stuck,
Beacuse you are the colour of,
The one that gives life,
To the lush green moss,
And the trees I saw that night.
***
I truly am a fool,
Because nature chose me to,
Call upon the winter in summer,
And the summer in winter.
So one, hot evening when I,
Was missing the prickles of cold,
A gust of smoke caught my eye,
And that reminded me of,
The grey gaseous mold,
That fell from the sky.
But how could I forget,
The greatest pleasure one could get,
In the gaseous mist of the frosty wind that rolled ,
The scent of coffee bold.
And that was enough,
To put me back into your trance.
Those honey-filled pools,
You used to glance,
Will someday make me drown
In that lovely tint of brown.
***
She is poetry, a beautiful lie,
Made by us poets,
To hold the abusive reality,
from catching our eye.
But you are the truth,
The song of the universe,
The emptiness of the sky,
Which envelopes its beauty.
For if it gave it all away at once,
We would also go the other way.
People tend to want what they can't,
Because they think they know,
What they have.
But that is utter gibberish,
When it comes to the shade of you.
But it beats my heart to her colour,
To think you don't realize,
The poetry in you.
For your beauty turned me into a poetess,
To tell you so,
You have something they can't buy,
With all they can ever earn in a lifetime,
Then why do you're eyes still cry?
***
